My life is anything but normal. Then who's is. To get through this life I try to see the funny side of things. This is not a political commentary. My cardiologist says I need to avoid stress. Beside dealing with the government has taught me to curse like a sailor, and I'm trying to clean up my act. Oh if your trying to practice for the spelling bee, don't count on my help, I'm a horrible speller. THANK GOD for spell check. Now, if I would remember to use it.

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Friday, October 22, 2010

Welcome to a combination #fridayflash and Roh Morgon's Monster Mash blogfest post. This is the first time I have entered a blogfest. But I have a soft spot for monsters, especially this time of year. I mean what is October without Dracula, Frankenstein and pals. That is like Christmas without Santa and his elves. And I'm pretty sure that's illegal.

Night of the Hunter's Moon....

The light from the Hunter's Moon bathed the old Victorian house on the dead end road at the edge of town. All the rooms downstairs were lit by the flickering of gas lights and candles. Through the windows the women inside could be seen hurrying around getting ready for the party.

“Now remember when Vlad get here, DON'T mention anything to do with Hollywood this year.” Broom-Hilda said as she arranged the hors d'oeuvres .
The young ghost setting the table asked. “Why ever not?”
“Oh, that's right. You weren't around at last years party.” Frank's wife said as she gave her hair a quick glance in the mirror. “Well, someone mentioned that horrid new Underworld movie and Vlad went into a rage. He went on about how Hollywood never gets anything right. Everyone KNOWS that he, Vladamir Dracul, was the first and most powerful vampire.”
Broom-Hilda took up the story, “He raged on and on how the monsters today.... Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, and that one in the hockey mask ... Jason Voorhees where just glorified Zombies made up by men with computers. They would never stand a chance back in Transylvania. How this younger generation has no respect or manners. They don't even wait to be invited into a house.”

“Broomy,” Ilona interrupted, “You are talking with your wand again. You have spilled half the snails and toad hoppers on the floor.”
“Oh brother. Get back here.” Broom-Hilda quickly waved her wand at the hors d'oeuvres headed to the open door.
“Well I think a lively discussion helps make an interesting party.” ghost said, as she floated back to admire her handiwork.

Mo'r, the older of the two banshees overheard her comment and called through the kitchen doorway, “Lively...you are new. Vlad is anything but Lively. He flew into such a rage, we had to nail him into his coffin. He was determined to fly to California and turn the City of Angels into the City of the Dead. Though with some of those people, I don't think anyone would know
the difference. I can't find any more type O blood.”
Broomy yelled back, “It's in the cellar next to the eye of newt. ”

There was a howl at the door and Lupa hurried in. “Sorry I'm late I had to send Wolfy a howl-mail to come through the western woods. The townspeople are watching the roads.” She gave Broom-Hilda a quick hug, “Missed you at bridge.”
Broomy returned the hug and explained, “I had to attend the Fairy Tale Villain's dinner. I swear if I had heard Fe Fi Foo Fum just one more time I was going to turn that blasted giant into a beanstalk and chop him down myself. I can't believe I fell for those smooth talking Brothers Grim.”

Countess Bathory came in and place the new decanter of blood in the bar. “Broomy there is the most horrible racket coming from the brambles in the back. It sounds like Ramses.”
Broom-Hilda turned to her sister, “Helga, you did remember to turn off the no trespassing spell didn't you?”

Helga's eyes flew open wide and she sprinted for the door yelling, “Hold on Ramses...I'm coming.”
The Countess laughed, “I take it that is a no. You better send someone out with a robe. You know how bad he got tangled up last time.”
Honora the youngest banshee grabbed up a robe threw an “I'll do it”, over her shoulder as she headed through the door, running so fast her white hair streamed behind her like a wild mustang at full gallop.
The other ladies laughed and turned their attention back to the decorated room to admire their handiwork. “Well, I guess that's it.” Lupa said as she picked up the chair Honora in her haste had knocked over.

Glancing out the window she announced, “Here come the men.”
Broom-Hilda led the others to the hall and threw open the door to Frankenstein, The Wolf man, and Count Dracula. “Welcome, Welcome. Come right on in the party is ready to start.”
Vlad handed Broom-Hilda his cloak and informed her the invisible man and Mr. Hyde were on the road behind them. He then kissed his brides hello and followed the others into the dinning room.

Mr. Hyde hurried up the walk talking to the air beside him. He handed over his cloak and hat, and headed toward the others.
Before the Invisible Man crossed the hall, Broom-Hilda stopped him and held up two wristbands, “Griffin. Please be so good as to wear these. The ladies want to see where your hands are.” She quickly hung up the cloaks and followed him.

As she entered she announced to the room, “Everyone, Please, have a drink. Don't worry about anything. We have plenty of coffins and beds for everyone. ...Ah, the band has started to play in the courtyard. Feel free to grab a partner and dance. We hired the “Crypt Kicker Five.”
Lupa grabbed the Wolf man, “Come on Wolfy, let's let the fur fly!” She dragged him to the courtyard behind Frank and his wife. Griffin was dancing with Mo'r, his wristbands glowing in the moonlight.

Ramses, in the borrowed robe, led Honora to the floor, much to her delight. Dracula was dancing with all three of his wives. Mr. Hyde threw an arm around Broom-Hilda and pulled her onto the floor. The party was off to a smashing success.
At a break in the music Boris and Igor burst into courtyard, “Sorry we're late but we just came from seeing that new Saw movie and...” Boris's voice faded off as Dracula's eyes started to glow red.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Hurry up it's TODAY.... THE big day. Yes, I know you thought it would never get here, but it has.

Today is the release of CassaStar. The new Sci-Fi book by Alex J. Cavanaugh. This is his first book to be published. But wow, check out the youtube book trailer.... (Sorry I still haven't figured out how to put it on my blog....but you can go here to see it)

Just to give you a taste of the book here is the blurb on the jacket...

"To pilot the fleet’s finest ship…
Few options remain for Byron. A talented but stubborn young man with a troubled past and rebellious attitude, his cockpit skills are his only hope. Slated to train as a Cosbolt fighter pilot, Byron is determined to prove his worth and begin a new life as he sets off for the moon base of Guaard.
Much to Byron’s chagrin the toughest instructor in the fleet takes notice of the young pilot. Haunted by a past tragedy, Bassa eventually sees through Byron's tough exterior and insolence. When a secret talent is revealed during training, Bassa feels compelled to help Byron achieve his full potential.

As war brews on the edge of space, time is running short. Byron requires a navigator of exceptional quality to survive, and Bassa must make a decision that could well decide the fate of both men. Will their skills be enough as they embark on a mission that may stretch their abilities to the limit?"

What are you waiting for? Go get your copy before they are all gone....

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The bark just exploded off the tree on one side from the top to the roots....

This poor oak tree is just out side our back gate. The whole inside of the house lite up at the same time there was a loud explosion. We couldn't see what happened, because as we opened the door and looked out...the dogs knocked us over coming in.
They decided they had enough nature for the night. Not that I blamed them. I cowered with them calmed them in the corner of the room till the storm passed.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Okay everyone get your virtual party gear out. Author Laura Eno is throwing a virtual party at her blog "A Shift in Dimension" to celebrate her newest book ( does the woman ever sleep???).
The new book is part of a new series as well. The book is entitled "Don't Fall Asleep"... something I am sure Laura has first hand knowledge with.
The Party starts at 8am on Wednesday October 13th at a computer near you.
The dress is casual and there is bound to be plenty of drinks and food. I am bring chocolate cookies, as long as my baking chocolate doesn't disappear in "The Great Chocolate Conspiracy".

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I thought today, I would share a story with you that my fiancée told me. My fiancée was a bodybuilder and assistant manager at a gym. He told me this true story about one of his workout partners. This was a woman bodybuilder who could bench press 300 lbs. She came in to workout and told him about her experience the night before.
That evening she got ready and went to bed as usual. Early in the morning she was awakened from a sound sleep by an intruder jumping on top of her in the bed.
Without hesitating she grabbed him and lifted him bodily off of her. She threw him to the ground, held him down and called the cops. When the cops arrived they found her sitting on the man waiting for them. They placed the man under arrest. Took her statement and hauled him off to jail.
When she was asked what she was thinking when she woke up, she said she wasn't. She was mad that he had the nerve to come into her home and bed. So she just reacted.
I know this story is still being told by everyone who knows about it except probably one person. I am sure he didn't tell a soul about what happened that night and would prefer to forget it himself.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I have discovered something about myself and my life. I am an exceptional person. I don't know how I was chosen to be exceptional and sometimes I wish I wasn't, but that is my life.
What makes me such an exceptional person you may ask. It is this...I am the exception to the rule. I know you have all heard the saying there is an exception to every rule. For good or bad, that's me.
When we started to build or add on to all of the houses we have owned, we would go to the hardware store to get something we need. The “expert” would tell us 9 times out of 10 this will do the trick. Guess what ours was the ten.
When I started getting short of breath and having cramping in my chest, the doctor assure me that most of the time it was a panic attack brought on by stress. I should just try to lessen the stress in my life. (Just how do you do that???? Life is stressful.) When it kept up, he sent me to a Cardiologist, who told me I had an irregular heart beat and a possible hole in the anterior heart wall. He said it is nothing to be concerned with most women develop an irregular beat after 50. Uh, I was 40.
Now that I am over 50 everyone has decided that I need to get a cardiac cauterization to check the possible hole. By everyone I mean 3 different Cardiologists. Not to worry most of the counties around here have agencies that will help out with payments on the test. (Did I mention because of the problem I can't work so I have no insurance.) Guess which county I live in... That's right the one that doesn't. I have spent the last 2 years trying to find away to get this done. Hey I know I will eventually find the exception, but man the hunt is wearing me out.
But before you start thinking we are the Murphys, let me tell you. There are the good exceptions too. I was a pain therapist at a doctor's office. After the patients where operated on the Doctor would send them to me for therapy. He told me afterwards that my patients got more range of movement back than he ever thought was possible. They were the exceptions to the rule.
We had been told our dog would not survive Parvo. The Vet said 17 out of 20 puppies he saw did not make it. Chance lived to be almost 17 years old. He was the exception.
Our dog Bear disappeared one day out of our yard. We looked for him daily for months. Everything we heard was that after that long, we would probably never see him again. Then one night there was a noise outside the door in the yard. Our other dogs ran out the door and Bear ran in. After 8 weeks he returned very skinny and with heart worms but he was back. After a couple of weeks of treatment for the heart worms. He was back to his old self and stayed around for another 10 years.
Our plants don't like the area or pot we put them in they will not survive, so say the experts. Just don't tell the plants will you, apparently they don't know they are exceptions to the rule.
Oh, and did I mention we have gone through 2 hurricanes. One in a mobile home and one in the shell of the home we are building. There was no damage to the structures. The trees all missed the houses, some times by mere feet.

So you see, every time I hear someone say 9 times out of 10 or most of the time its... I just remind myself there are exceptions to every rule and good or bad, WE are exceptional.

Friday, October 1, 2010

I would like to thank Al at Publish or Parish for awarding me the Sweet Blog award. Al is an author in Australia who happens to be an outstanding photographer as well. If you haven't dropped by and checked him out you are missing out. His blog is very entertaining, informative and down right good.

The photos he takes of landscapes and birds are breathtaking in their detail. Oh and they make great wallpapers...How do I know this. Check him out here.

Now the really fun part passing along this award. There are so many really good sweet blogs out there it is really hard to chose, but there are a few outstanding crafty ones I follow. I would like to pass this along to these crafty wonderful people.

Please take a moment or two and check out these exceptional people. You will be glad that you did.

I would like to thank everyone for following, reading and sharing your comments on my blog. I really enjoy having all of you drop by and visiting you as well. As I have said before the passing on of the award is always the most fun and the hardest part of getting an award. I hate choosing between all the really great people out here in blog land. And of course ....

Okay why are still here reading all this dribble.... Click on the links above and discover some new outstanding people. You can come back later and listen to me.

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About Me

I'm a baby boomer who has gone bust. Inside I refuse to grow up and take things to serious, but my body has other plans. We live in the country, and I love it that way. I love to garden, but my Gardening Angel is a lot better at than I am. We don't have TV so we watch a lot of DVDs. I love to read, crochet, and cook. I have issues with people telling me what to do, so I don't think I have ever followed a pattern or recipe 100%. Which makes repeating a problem. I do have some health issues, so I have to take things easy at times. I don't want to but my body has a way of making me. Darn it. I love my man, and my dogs. Oh and did I say I hate talking about myself...this has got to be the hardest part of a blog.